Thanks, Ben. I appreciate you comin' out here to take care of that thing.
[A side effect of getting thrown around between different gangs was learning how to read people. Kieran wasn't always accurate with his predictions, but he'd gotten pretty good at it over the years.]
[He doesn't need any of that sort of expertise to see how off Ben is with all of his mannerisms, and that alone makes Kieran's heart hurt for his friend--one of his first friends upon arriving in Anchor, no less. So he keeps up his own positive energy, placing a hand on Ben's shoulder and, with the other, letting loose a loud, piercing whistle that easily echoes from inside the barn to the field outside. In the distance, both Branwen and Eavan's ears perk up and the two horses trot on over. Branwen's stubby legs work double time to keep up with Eavan's graceful strides, but he doesn't seem bothered by it. Not anymore, at least.]
[Kieran greets them both with some quick nose rubs and a few kind words. Then, he waves Ben over, holding one bridle in each hand.]
Take yer pick. Branwen's completely used to people, but Eavan's gettin' there, too. Plus, they both know ya, so I don't think you'll have any problems.
[He offers Ben a lopsided grin. As far as Kieran is concerned, there were few cures for crummy moods better than some time with a bunch of peaceful animals.]
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[A side effect of getting thrown around between different gangs was learning how to read people. Kieran wasn't always accurate with his predictions, but he'd gotten pretty good at it over the years.]
[He doesn't need any of that sort of expertise to see how off Ben is with all of his mannerisms, and that alone makes Kieran's heart hurt for his friend--one of his first friends upon arriving in Anchor, no less. So he keeps up his own positive energy, placing a hand on Ben's shoulder and, with the other, letting loose a loud, piercing whistle that easily echoes from inside the barn to the field outside. In the distance, both Branwen and Eavan's ears perk up and the two horses trot on over. Branwen's stubby legs work double time to keep up with Eavan's graceful strides, but he doesn't seem bothered by it. Not anymore, at least.]
[Kieran greets them both with some quick nose rubs and a few kind words. Then, he waves Ben over, holding one bridle in each hand.]
Take yer pick. Branwen's completely used to people, but Eavan's gettin' there, too. Plus, they both know ya, so I don't think you'll have any problems.
[He offers Ben a lopsided grin. As far as Kieran is concerned, there were few cures for crummy moods better than some time with a bunch of peaceful animals.]